Lost and Found
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Title: Lost and Found
Characters: Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg
Rating: Black Flag
Summary: Jenson and Nico suddenly find themselves looking at each other through new lenses, and liking what they see.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen.
A/N: Written for bulletthestars, may the year ahead be filled with multiple sightings of glasses-wearing F1 drivers ;)
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Jenson comments as he sits next to Nico, who’s reading over the rule changes proposed for next year while he waits for the drivers’ meeting to start. Nico looks up at him smiling and repositions the glasses on his nose, suddenly aware of the pressure they’ve been exerting.
“Only when I have to,” he says, looking a bit uncomfortable with them, though Jenson can’t understand why. He can’t help but stare at Nico, he looks so different with glasses, so…hot.
“It suits you,” Jenson comments, but then he’s afraid it’ll make things awkward and turns it into a tease, “if you’re going for the whole librarian look, of course.”
Nico rolls his eyes before hitting him with the stack of papers in his hands, and all Jenson can do is laugh as he puts his arms up in front of his face in submission, just as the rest of the drivers arrive.
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Nico is sitting in his hotel room, watching a replay of some of the interviews from the weekend, and right now, it’s Jenson on the television. Nico smiles at Jenson’s face covering the 50” TV on the wall because from the camera angle, it’s as if Jenson is staring right at him. He had noticed his eyes before, notices them every time he sees him to be honest. It’s hard not to notice, not to fall victim to the way the blue turns to a stormy shade of grey depending on the day, to the way the light plays up the lighter streaks of blue, almost white, like breaking waves on a windy day. But today, today his eyes are even more hypnotic, outlined by a pair of half-frame glasses which he must have just gotten. It draws him in, like an open window overseeing the ocean, but all too suddenly the curtains close. The interview is over. Nico blinks out of his daze, and turns off the TV, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants before lying down on the bed, feeling the pulse of his own heart against his chest.
~*~
It’s Thursday and they’re crossing paths in the paddock, one on his way to meet his team for the track walk, the other coming back from it. Jenson stops, planting his feet firmly, and waits for Nico to do the same. He’s got his glasses on, likely from reviewing all the data with his engineers while walking, and it’s the first thing Jenson notices, the way his eyes are peering from behind the pristine lenses. Nico smiles at him, asks where he’s going and when Jenson absently replies, Nico proceeds to describe the track in minute details, gesturing with his hands to explain the corners and racing lines, even though Jenson knows it all already. But it doesn’t matter, because Jenson isn’t really listening, and he doesn’t want to be rude, but he just can’t stop looking. He’s lost in Nico’s eyes, in the way they light up as he speaks, in the way the glasses enhance Nico’s features, falling perfectly under the arch of his eyebrows, accenting his cheekbones and highlighting the symmetry of his face. Jenson doesn’t even notice Nico has stopped talking and is staring back at him, an amused look on his face, until Nico brings a finger to the frame of his glasses and slides them halfway down his nose, peeking at Jenson over them.
Jenson’s lips are parted and wet, and it registers that he must have been licking them. He’s about to say something, anything, to explain the way he’s been looking at Nico, but he’s saved by Checo who’s calling his name to get started on the walk, and a quick goodbye is enough for now.
~*~
Nico is halfway through his breakfast before FP1 when Jenson joins him at the table, settling on the chair across from him. It’s the first time he sees him with the glasses on since he watched the interview on TV and it’s even more entrancing in person. The charcoal coloured half-frames are just enough to direct his gaze straight to Jenson’s eyes without them looking heavy on the Brit’s face, unlike the aviator sunglasses he often wears. When Jenson starts stealing food from his plate, Nico realises he must have been staring in much the same way Jenson was staring at him yesterday. But he doesn’t look away, he doesn’t want to. If his sweaty palms and the knot in his stomach are any indication, he could stare at Jenson for hours, and the growing problem in his pants agrees. He’s not exactly sure why it’s never occurred to him before, just how much he wants him, how much he wants those eyes to look at him and him only. He feels like he’s seeing a brand new side of Jenson, a side he would very much like to explore further.
“I like your glasses, you should wear them more often,” Nico finally says when Jenson cleared his plate for him.
Jenson smiles at him, swallowing the last mouthful before replying very seriously, and with what could only be interpreted as a hint of lust, “I will if you wear yours.”
~*~
Jenson gets out of bed when he hears a knock on the door of his hotel room. He’s only wearing sweat pants and his glasses, since he was catching up on the sports news on TV. He opens the door to find Nico standing there. He arches an eyebrow, silently asking Nico what the visit is for.
“Have you seen my glasses, I can’t seem to find them,” he says, nervously running a hand through his hair.
Jenson chuckles as he pushes the door further open and lets him in his room, not failing to notice how Nico’s eyes linger over his naked torso from behind his glasses as he walks past him.
“I can help you search,” Jenson says, walking up to Nico and unbuttoning his shirt slowly, watching him swallow hard when his fingers briefly contact the skin underneath the fabric. When the last button is undone, Jenson gently pushes the shirt open, admiring Nico’s defined chest as he purposely uhms and aahs. “No, not here,” he says as he fully removes Nico’s shirt, tossing it to the side with a grin.
Jenson takes a step closer to Nico, closing the already small gap between them. He slides his hands in the back pockets of Nico’s tight jeans and brings his lips to Nico’s ear, glasses clinking as he does so, and he whispers, his stubble grazing against Nico’s smooth skin. “Not here either.”
Jenson can hear the sharp intake of air when he moves his hands from the back to the front pockets. “Maybe in here,” he says, wiggling his fingers towards the middle, and he can feel Nico’s hard cock through the thin material, teases it while he sucks on Nico’s neck.
“Jens,” Nico moans, hands holding Jenson’s bare waist, fingers pressing harder, eyes firmly shut. Jenson laughs against Nico’s skin, kissing along his jawline as he undoes Nico’s belt and unfastens his jeans. “Patience, I’m still looking.”
He pulls down Nico’s jeans, deliberately leaving the briefs in place, loving the way he can see the outline of Nico’s cock. He lets his hands run along Nico’s legs and over the round curve of his arse on the way back up, pulling at the briefs to quickly glance inside with a quick “nope” and enjoying the way Nico tosses his head back and shakes it with a wide smile and a laugh. That’s one of the things Jenson loves about Nico, the way he can be so playful, making something that would be utterly awkward with someone else feel so easy, so natural, so fun, and he’s certainly not done having fun tonight.
Jenson suddenly steps away from Nico and rummages through the dresser, opening and closing drawers. Nico stands where he left him, brow furrowed, wanting. “What are you doing?”
Jenson suppresses a laugh, avoiding Nico’s eyes. “Still can’t find your glasses, maybe they’re in here.”
Nico walks behind Jenson and wraps his arms around him. “I can help you look.” And with a swift motion, Jenson’s sweat pants are on the floor in a puddle around his ankles and Nico is pressed against his back, one hand wrapped around his shaft, tugging slowly, kissing his shoulder, and Jenson can feel the cool metal frame against his neck. He turns around to face Nico, to look at him, cheeks lightly flushed below his glasses, eyes hungry for what’s to come, the specks of gold shining through amidst the blue of his eyes; two beautifully framed canvases.
Jenson curls his fingers in Nico’s hair and kisses him without hesitation, because they both knew where this was going to lead the moment Nico walked through the door, and Nico kisses him back just as fiercely, their tongues finding each other, tasting each other. They kiss their way to the bed and Jenson finally removes Nico’s briefs, taking the cock in his mouth for a bit because it looks too damn good not to.
“Fuck Jens,” Nico groans lying down with Jenson between his legs. “Fuck me.”
Jenson doesn’t need to be asked twice and he grabs the lube from the night table, pouring some over his fingers before inserting one in Nico while he continues going down on him, matching the tempo of his mouth with that of his finger. He’s ready to fuck Nico right now, but he inserts a couple more fingers, making sure he’ll be able to go in easily because he knows the moment his cock touches Nico’s hole, there won’t be any holding him back, and there isn’t. He starts thrusting as soon as he’s in, furiously kissing Nico, glasses banging against each other until they’re both panting too much to kiss, gasping for air, grasping at each other’s limbs, lenses fogging up from the heat they’re generating, smudging their glasses as they press their faces against sweaty skin until the world becomes a blur and all they can do is feel, feel and let their bodies move uncontrollably as they fuck their way to climax, Nico gluing them together with his come as they lay motionless, Jenson draped over Nico.
Nico is the first to move, mostly because he can’t quite breathe properly with Jenson’s weight on top of him, so he pushes him off on his back and tucks himself under his arm, head resting on his chest. Jenson takes his glasses off and folds them on the night table before carefully taking Nico’s away.
“Found them,” he says as he kisses the top of Nico’s head, putting Nico’s glasses next to his.
-THE END-
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